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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.