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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.