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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Index to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.