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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.