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 Gabon 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.