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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.