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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.