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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.