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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.