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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.