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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Pere Ubu 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.