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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
PIL,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.