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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.