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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.