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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.