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 Somalia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
CMW,
Television,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.