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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
MC5,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.