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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.