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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
UT,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Monks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.