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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.