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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.