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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
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The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.