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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.