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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.