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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.