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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.