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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.