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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.