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 Uzbekistan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ludus,
June Days,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.