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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.