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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.