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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.