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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
JFA,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.