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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.