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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.