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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.