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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.