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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.