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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Organ,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.