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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.