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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.