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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.