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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.