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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.