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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.