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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.