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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.