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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.