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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.