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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Fear,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.