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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.