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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Wake,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.