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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.