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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Ronan,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.