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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.