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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.