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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.