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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
UT,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.