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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.