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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.