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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gong,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.