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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.