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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.