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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.