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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.