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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.