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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.