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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.