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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.