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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.