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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.