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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Mars,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.