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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
MDC,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.