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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.