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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Franke,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.