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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Franke,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.