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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Swans,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.