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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.