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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.