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 United States 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.