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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.