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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.