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 Ukraine 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.