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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.