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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
UT,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.