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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.