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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The Index,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.