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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.