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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.