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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Five Americans,
John Holt,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.