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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.