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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Magma,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.