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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.