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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Names,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.