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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Audionom,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.