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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.