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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.