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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Cluster,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.