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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.