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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.