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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.