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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.