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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.