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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.