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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
X-101,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.