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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.