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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.