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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.