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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.