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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Index,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.