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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.