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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.