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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.