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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Monolake,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.