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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.