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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.