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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.