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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.