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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.