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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.