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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.