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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.