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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.