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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.