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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.