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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.