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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.