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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.