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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.