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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.