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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.