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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.