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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.