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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.