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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.