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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.