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 Romania and from Houston.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Q65,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.