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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.