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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.