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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.