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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.