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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.