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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.