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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Slave,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.