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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.