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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.