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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.