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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.