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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.