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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.