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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.