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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.