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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.