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 New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.