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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.