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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Faust,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.