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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.