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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.