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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Mars,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.