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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
DNA,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.