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 Chile 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.