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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Ituana,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.