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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.