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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.