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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.