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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.