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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.