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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.