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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.