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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.