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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.