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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.