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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.