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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.