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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Jandek,
Swans,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.