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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.