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 France and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.