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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.