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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.