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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.