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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.