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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.