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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.