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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.