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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.