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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Index,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.