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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.