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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.