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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Franke to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Organ,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.