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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.