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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.