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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.