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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.