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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.