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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.