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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.