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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Zapp,
UT,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.