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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.