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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.