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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.