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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.