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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.