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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.