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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.