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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.