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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Associates,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.