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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Q65,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.