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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.