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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
New Order,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.