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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.