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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.