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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.