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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.