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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.