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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.