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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe 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.