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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.