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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.