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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s 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 The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.