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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.