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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.