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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Index,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.