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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Index,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.