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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.