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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.