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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Television,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.