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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.