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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.