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 China and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.