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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Hoover,
Mars,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
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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.