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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.