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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.