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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Index,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.