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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.