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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.