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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.