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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.