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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Television,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.