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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.