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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.