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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.