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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.