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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.