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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.