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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.