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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.