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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.