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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
New Order,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.