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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Wire,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.