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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.