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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.