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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Names,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.