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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.