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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.