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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.