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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Television,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.