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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.