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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.