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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Move,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.