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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Quantec,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.