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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.