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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.