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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Visage,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.