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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.