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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.