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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.