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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Sonics 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.