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 India 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.