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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.