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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.