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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.