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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Jandek,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.