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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
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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.