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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
10cc,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.