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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.