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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.