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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Whodini,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.