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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.