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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Audionom,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.