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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.