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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.