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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.