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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.