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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.