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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.