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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.