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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.