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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.