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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.