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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Technova,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.