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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.