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 Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.