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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.