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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.