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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Crime,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.