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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.