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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.