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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
10cc,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.