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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.