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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.