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 China and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.