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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.