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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Can,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.