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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.