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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.