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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.