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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.