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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.