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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.