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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Raincoats 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Unwound,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.