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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.