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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.