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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.