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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.