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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Lalann,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.