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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.