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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.