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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.