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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.