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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
World's Most,
cv313,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.