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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.