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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.