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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.