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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.