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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.