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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.