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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Pole,
Franke,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.