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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.