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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.