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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.