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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.