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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.