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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.