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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.