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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.