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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.