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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.