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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.