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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.