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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.