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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Crime,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.