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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.