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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.