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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.