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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Nico,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.