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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.