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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
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.