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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.