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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.