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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Crime,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.