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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.