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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.