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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
The Fall,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.