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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Scion,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.