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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.