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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Wings,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.