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 Gambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.