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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
JFA,
10cc,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.