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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.