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 Italy 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.