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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.