Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.