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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.