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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.