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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.