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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.