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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Television,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Can,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.