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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.