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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.