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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Monolake,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.