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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.