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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.