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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.