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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.