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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.