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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.