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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.