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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.