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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.