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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Nas,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.