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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.