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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.