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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Glenn Branca 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.