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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.