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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Niagra,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.