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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.