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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.