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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.