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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.