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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.