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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.