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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.