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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.