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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.