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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.