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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Television,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.