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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
ABC,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.