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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.