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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.