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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.