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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Wings,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.