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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.