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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.