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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.