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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.