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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.