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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.