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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.