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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.