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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.