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 Eritrea 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.