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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.