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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.