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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.