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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.