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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Roxette,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.