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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.