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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.