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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.