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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.