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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.