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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.