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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.