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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.