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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.