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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.