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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.