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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.