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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Evens,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.