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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.