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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.