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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.