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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.