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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.