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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.