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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.