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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.