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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Technova,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.