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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.