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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.