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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Can 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.