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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Visage,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.