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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.