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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Technova,
New Order,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.