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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.