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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Mars,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.