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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
X-101,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.