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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
the Association,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Nico,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.