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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Fear,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.