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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Offenders 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.