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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.