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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.