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 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.