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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.