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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.