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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.