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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.