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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.