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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.