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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.