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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.