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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
UT,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.