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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.