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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.