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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Mars,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.