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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.