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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Skriet,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.