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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.