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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.