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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.