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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.