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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.