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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.