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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
MDC,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.