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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.