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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Move,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.