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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Swans,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.