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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.