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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 808 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.