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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.