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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.