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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Franke,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.