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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.