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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.