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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.