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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
X-102,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.