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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Japan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.