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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.