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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.