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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.