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 Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.