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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.