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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.