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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.