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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.