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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.