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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.