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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.