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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.