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 Austria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.