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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.