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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.