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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.