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 France and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.