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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Magazine,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Chrome,
the Slits,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.