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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.