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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Index,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.