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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.