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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.