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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.