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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.