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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.